stupid propaganda and bad vibing in trains
so on the way to the doctor’s office this morning I am all about being ill and all that I am bomblasted with is stupid ads, such as the gap “clean jean jacket” ad, which has a follow-up of “stuck in traffic?…call and get your gap clean jean jacket and it may be there before you will.”..what I can’t get is what the fuck a clean jean jacket is and who would put an ad like that to call before a tunnel which isnt very condusive to calling period. Reminds me of “boyfriend gone?…now get rid of his stuff!!!!…call 212-storage…”..tacky, tasteless, but way funnier than that other shit….
So I finally get to my doctor’s office, and when he comes in to see me I am, of course, crying. And he says “why are you crying?” uh, because I am sick of being sick maybe? assanine…but anyways, he says I am in the middle of my horrendous flu cycle and I may just have 5 or so more days to go, and that my shit sounded “just as odd as it had before”. I love how they just mislead you into thinkin yer half dead and take it all back. So I wander half-heartedly with stank ass breath down into the old columbia university hood, and take the train back. I look like absolute asshole and what happens but a series of men in business attire are all into checkin me out and I start drooling and convulsing, thinking, damn, is this the prime function of men? To take the vagina? I am nasty as fuck and still no one leaves me alone. Well, I got bored with that, then took my train home and proceeded not to be able to tell my boss I may not be able to work tomorrow. Ick, all in the name of poverty.
